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[feclark]

Suck | by F.E. Clark

“Can’t remember when he was here last. Sure, he’s here sometimes. What’s his name? Ah don’t tell me,” the girl at the sports centre reception looks to the ceiling, shrugs. He’s here already t…

So cool to have my flash fiction story - ‘Suck’ - published on the Occulum - A cautionary tale for those of you who go to the gym! Click on photo or here to read it :)

[lifeinpoetry]

in the first life / it starts with overripe apples, cloying as sin // a sweet & gorgeous melting

Topaz Winters, from “Origin Story,” published in Occulum

[lifeinpoetry]

I can no longer differentiate / between self-care & self-harm

Liz Howard, from “If You Want Me to  Apologize for the Damage He’s Caused, I Will,” published in Occulum

[lifeinpoetry]

can i undo him from my canon? can i be happy? and

what will the stars call me then?

— Clair Dunlap, from “Aries Descending a Staircase,” published in Occulum

[lifeinpoetry]

remind me that the body is just something full to slip away from

— Rita Mookerjee, from “Unholy,” published in Occulum

[lifeinpoetry]

I just want you to touch me, I imagine i would crumble, but so so slowly, it looks like history erasing itself. Like the coliseum falling into ruin. Yes, I do believe, if you touched me, I would be ruined.

— Logan February, from “Sober II (Melodrama)” published in Occulum

[lifeinpoetry]

I am obsessive. I contain nothing but the replay. / I am blood and blood and replay.

Lisa Marie Basile, from “I Put the Coffin Out to Sea,” published in OCCULUM

[lifeinpoetry]

My body is the patron saint of want.

— Lauren Milici, from “Invocation to St. Ashley,” published in OCCULUM